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Do not be angry with the rain

“Do not be angry with the rain; it simply does not know how to fall upwards.”  ― Vladimir Nabokov New years day, I am woken by the rain on my window, it continues, keeping all but the very brave or … Continue reading

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“Open carefully – A Lock of thy bright hair”

“Open carefully – A Lock of thy bright hair” Holly Booth, Interpretation officer at Keats House gave this lecture on hair work Jewellery: memories, mourning and mementos of Death. Holly, like myself is interested in memory’s place in the museum, … Continue reading

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